This is a song about "Arms race"

Please correct me, stretch marks

Scars up and down my arms

My pace makes you start to race

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Yea... the human race, magnificent,

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Looking at your money

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Finish line with the tire marks

With blood running fast down my arms

You're that secret place

It feels like a big race,

You haters put up your guards

That you were in my arms

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Once again, sit back, lets not race